My motives seem so elusive,
mind so very shifty~
Convincing to the point of action.~
Reflection to uncover,
the reason for this pain~
Creator’s will so very simple,
“my” will brings grief and sorrow~
Illusion of choice, gifts to treasure
A rose still has its thorns~
Taste Beauty seed of creation
ignore the lie of separation~
Pray and seemingly receive answers,
ignore… and lie once more.
Give and be emptied~
To “merely me” I cannot offer,
the gifts I willingly give to an~other~
Too afraid to touch another’s heart,
too desperate not to~
Offering all that I Am
upon the altar of life.~
Accept or reject~?
A strong wing stirs my soul
and I am born anew~!
Just THIS~!
Satprem~
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